my mouth. I felt her shake for me and took her flesh harder and more fiercely into the hot recesses of my mouth.
I alternated to the other breast, sucking and licking, nipping at her flesh until both her nipples were wet, hard, and red from my ministrations. Her little pants and soft mewls for more escalated my need for her.
I was so far gone for Zoey it was maddening.
I took her mouth in a bruising kiss, sealing all those unspoken words, the truths, the demands and needs I had for her, for us. “When I finally claim you, when I slide my dick into your tight little pussy, when I stretch you so good, baby, you’ll see that you’re meant for me alone.” Those filthy, obscene words spilled from me before I could stop them, but her responding moan told me it didn’t scare her like I thought it would.
That had me growling in pleasure.
“Wilder,” she moaned softly, and it was like a hot poker to my dick.
I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, nipped at the soft flesh with my teeth, heard her gasp from the pleasure-pain I no doubt caused. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, imprinting her scent in my lungs, knowing I’d find her no matter where she went. I’d be like a fucking animal tracking her.
She. Is. Mine.
I placed my hand right over her pussy, her heat scorching my fingers, her wetness slipping along my flesh. She was ready for me, fucking primed for my cock. And when I pulled back to look into her face again, I saw she closed her eyes and just let the pleasure wash through her. Good. I wanted her right here with me.
“This is mine, Zoey.” I added pressure between her thighs and growled low at how her body writhed, seemingly on its own. “You are mine.”
I won’t let you go. You know what I’d do for you? Do you know I’d kill to protect you?
I never said I wasn’t insane in some aspects of my life, but I never thought I’d feel so strongly about a woman—especially one I’d only known for a couple weeks—that I’d kill for her. But with Zoey, that was an undisputed fact, something I could never push away or try to control. If she was threatened, I’d have no control over my rage in making sure Zoey wasn’t hurt.
I stared in her eyes, wanting her to see how much I wanted her. I wanted to tell her I wouldn’t let her go, had said it in more ways than one thus far, and I didn’t want to scare her, but fuck, it was hard to bite my tongue on what I felt.
Closing my eyes for a second, I grappled for my control. When I opened my eyes, I breathed out roughly. Her scent made me drunk, had my balls drawing up close to my body, the need to fill her up, to mark her, so strong it was almost animalistic in nature.
“Wilder—”
I cut her off by kissing her until she was clenching her hands on my biceps. She wanted this, was needy for me.
“I want to be inside you so badly right now,” I said against her mouth. “I want to slide my cock deep into your body, feel you clench around me, and have your wetness slide down the length of my dick.”
“Yes,” she hissed and then moaned. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more, Wilder.” I watched in rapt awe as she licked her lips, the flavor of her kiss still on my tongue. And when Zoey lifted her hips, causing my hand to press harder against her, all hell broke loose inside me when I felt the wetness through her panties, the material damp because of me.
“Zoey.” Her name came out of me like a hoarse groan. She panted, clutched at me, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. “I am going to fuck you so hard there won’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind who you belong to.”
I shouldn’t have said it, shouldn’t have been so crude. But then again, I couldn’t fucking stop myself.
Chapter Twenty-One
Wilder
The last bit of control had been snapped, and I wasn’t going to even try to control myself. I’d been doing a damn good job of that right now, and with Zoey needy and ready for me, I was going to give both of us what we needed.
This time, I took